If I Cling to Pride

Mottakeenur Rehman

If I cling to pride,
I’ll let regret crystallize in my chest—
*Untouched, I’ll ghost-behead your arrogance—*
So easily, I claimed
this petty separation you left.

Now, within myself,
I’ve choked the current of your spite…
For I am not like you—
a fool drowning in liquor’s fleeting light,
chasing hollow delight.

I’ll keep my distance, miles away,
burying this bond where it decays.
Drag no more names through the dirt,
lest the dark rename you nothing.

  • Author: Mottakeenur Rehman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 20th, 2025 02:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: Pride is the knife; poetry is the hand that wields it.
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  • nephilim56

    enjoyed the read

  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of warning and repulsion from another. Pride prevents change and I hear this told in this work. Nicely said

    • Mottakeenur Rehman

      Thank you for your kind and insightful words—it means so much to me that the poem resonated with you. You’ve captured its essence beautifully; pride can indeed be a wall we build against our own growth. I’m truly grateful you took the time to sit with these lines and share your thoughts. Warmest wishes.



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